He that Hath Ears to Hear...

I work down the street from our house.

The Seminary building is next-door to my work.

So yesterday when I had a moment,

I noticed the Seminary teacher's bright yellow truck

still parked there after the class was long gone.

I went over and wanted to have a little chat with him.

You see, I suspected

my Super Sweet (almost) Sixteen year old,

is missing her early morning seminary class

more often than she is fessin' up to,

so I did what every Mormon Momza does--

she goes out and gathers the evidence 

so that when she confronts her rotten  inexperienced teenager,

she knoweth whatof she speaketh.

(I dunno why, but thinking about Seminary maketh me think about 

the scriptures, 

and thinking about the holy scriptures, 

doth make me speaketh like thith.)

Unfortunately-eth,

the teacher that satteth there, 

wath not Daisie's,

but he did gathereth up the attendance book

that belongeth to the other teacher

and I checked-eth it out.

The good news is,

she's going more than I thought.

So there will be no smiting or lashings.

The bad news is, well, it's not really bad, 

as more than "hunh?" kinda--

the different teachers call her by two different names--

her given name and her nickname.

Which inspired the teacher that was standing there(Bro. P) to call her 

"D-Squared". lol

I love Seminary teachers.

Since he and I had never met before,

and I have been blessed with the gift of gab,

I told him my whole life story--

well the part where I joined the LDS church at 16,

and was booted out of the house by my folks,

whereupon the members of the Church took me in 

as one of their own,

and one of those members was a Seminary teacher.

Thus, my soft-spot for Seminary teachers.

Eventually the conversation got back around to 

my Super Sweet (almost) Sixteen year old--

she's numero Cinco child,

and as has been noted before,

giving me a run for my money.

Brother P and I got to sharing our insights about 

rotten , er, inexperienced teenagers.

He noted that one of the challenges of any teacher

is to hold the attention 

of ALL of his students.

Some kids come prepared to learn

and some come prepared to yammer

while others come prepared to nap.

I shared that while my oldest son left the house

each morning with his sister and walked to the Church building

for seminary,

she went inside to class,

and he hung out in the parking lot, 

more than he'll admit.

Which causeth angst within mine heart.

(we're talking about Seminary again...thus the language of my fathers.)

Nevertheless,

mine son did go forth to serve a mission with honor and boldness

and did teach and baptize with the Spirit

causing many souls to follow the yearnings of their hearts

and come unto Christ.

And he did taketh up his bride to the Holy Temple

and there

sealed his love for Time and All Eternity.

Until at this time,

we see that he is the Gospel Doctrine Teacher 

in his ward.

And his sister doeth the same,

although her call is not as a teacher in her ward,

but she doth serve as a Secretary in her Stake Relief Society.

I also know of youth who went to Seminary faithfully,

and their light did so shine, yadda yadda--

but at this writing,

they are not active in the faith of their fathers.

So ya just never know what's going on between their ears.

And hearts.

But you can still show them love--

that's free

and always easy to understand 

in the language of their fathers.

**P.S.** I'm over at the Mormon Mommy Blogs Today!